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Bloodhound Gang - stát se fanouškem
Poznámka: vydáno/Veröffentlichung: 2014
Raise your hand if you like American bitches
Locked in girl on girl kisses
Well, I do
You're just mad you can't score American bitches
So you're blowing up shit, which
Just goes to prove
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
What kind of a man sits Indian style?
Camping with your bros
As your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack ass laid
Camping with your bros
As your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack ass laid
Trust me holmes, you would kill
For American bitches
And the freedom of tits if
You only knew, who (blew?)
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
What kind of a man sits Indian style?
Camping with your bros
As your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack ass laid
Camping with your bros
As your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack ass laid
Come to Philadelphia
And fall in love with the unholy
My boy knows this stripper
That looks just like Angelina Jolie
Just
Don't bring up
What that club
You belong to does
Dungeons and Dragons
Camping with your bros
As your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack ass laid
Camping with your bros
As your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack ass laid
Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Přidal: semir11 dne 08. 11. 2014 v 10:43.
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